Tag: Haunted

Before we begin, it’s important to stress that I am not racist. While the Romani people did put a terrible curse on me and my descendants I don’t blame them for this. Heck if I had the power of casting hexes I would use it a plenty. I sure know enough people deserving of a good curse. I might say a few risque things in this story but they are all aimed at individuals not at ethnic minorities. In conclusion, I am not racist.

We humans think we have the world all figured out. We know that after night there must come day. We know we eat plants, we know we use cars to travel fast. We know there are 7 colours. But what happened to me changed these fundamental laws forever. Specifically there are only 6 colours now as a gypsy gave me daltonism, which is color blindness, that’s what this story is about.

Ever since I was a toddler I had been able to see all the colours. I would take great pride in impressing the teachers by discerning and naming each. My skill at identifying colours remained at peak levels throughout most of my youth. Keep that in mind as I take you back deep to that fateful day in my teenage years when it all came to an end (I was sexually aware at this point so it’s not weird if I call people sexy, okay). The carnival, which had an alien motif this year, had set up out of town and my parents thought it would be nice to take me and my cousin Dillian there. I would normally never say this about my parents but they were very fucking wrong this time, it wouldn’t be nice at all. My dad insisted me and my cousin rode in the trunk as the car was technically a display model and he wasn’t allowed to drive it for personal purposes. His fiat dealership was in hot trouble already and he couldn’t afford to get caught breaking the code of conduct. While he could pretend mom was just a customer he had taken for a test drive, the presence of two children would have been a dead give away that something fishy was going on. So there is was laying face down in the trunk, my crotch dangerously close to my cousins crotch. I suggested lying head to toe so that we wouldn’t have our junks so close together anymore. My cousin, Dillian, had too much hubris to even try my suggestion and just kept lying there like a very stupid piece of shit. I was in the trunk for a very long time only periodically hearing muffled, yet very loud, screaming coming from the cabin of the car. Only God knows how much time passed before Dad pulled me and Dillian out of the trunk, but it was decently long at least.

There is a diner in a small town in Arkansas. I feel that this adequately covers up the identity as I just described dozens of places all around the state. This was one town over from where I grew up and I had ties to the owners.

I started working there my senior year of high school. It was my first real job and I was excited. It’s not that hard. Just turn on that southern charm and you will make it.

When I first started, I would be making milkshakes when out of the corner of my eye I would see someone standing at the counter, but when I turned around, no one was there. It wasn’t a constant thing as we were pretty busy most nights with real customers standing at the counter. I chalked this up to me being an eager new employee and not wanting to miss a customer. The events that followed cast a different light on this.

Without bragging too much , my family are of aristocratic heritage, and my grandfather’s brother owns Chillingham Castle , a 15th Century castle in the North of England . We didn’t visit him too often , so when my parents and I visited him in the winter of 2015 I was ecstatic .The 4 hour drive from South to North was uneventful , but as we neared the driveway to the Castle things began to feel – strange . For those who don’t live in the UK , anytime after 4pm in winter is pitch black , and the castle, being set in the middle of the woods, didn’t help in comforting me . The leave-less trees set in the darkness conjured up strange shapes in my head , or at least I convinced myself it was the trees .

I knocked on the ancient oak front door to be greeted by the boney face of my Great Uncle Humphrey , or as he would always correct us ‘Sir Humphrey of Wakefield’ . He greeted us with warmth and took us to the dining room , where the chefs had prepared a hearty meal . Piles of sausages and pork , more than enough for the 4 people it was made for . Half an hour later , my stomach filled , so at around 11pm I retired to my bedroom . I wasn’t trusted to sleep on the 300 year old four posters so I was left in the guest apartment , something I was perfectly happy with as the drafts in the original rooms was unbearable , especially in sub zero temperatures. With my stomach filled I fell asleep quickly , but my slumber didn’t last all too long .

At around 2-3 am I awoke to see a flash of something , like a blue spark of electricity coming from the corner of the bedroom , behind the TV. I got out of bed and went to check behind it , out of fear of a huge fire starting , only to see a silhouette in the corridor , in-between the doors for my Mother and Great Uncle’s rooms. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief , expecting it to go away , but instead it remained , fixed in place . With my eyes cleared of sleep I could make it out to be a small boy , 6-7 years old , with almost a blue aura surrounding him . I took a step forward into the hallway, in the hopes of getting a better look at this entity , only for it to snap towards me , facing me front on . The boy’s face seemed to go from young and peachy to an old , wrinkled bag of flesh . This thing’s mouth opened inhumanly wide and sprinted towards me . I screamed and leaped to the side , only for the entity to glider through the wall I had just been stood in front of. My Great Uncle came straight out his room to see the reason for my screaming . Just as he exited his room a blue flash came from the wall the boy had run through , instead of acting in shock or surprise , Humphrey just sighed and smiled . I asked him what on earth that thing was , and he told me about ‘ The Blue Boy ‘ . When the castle had been renovated in the 1990s , workers found a hidden room behind the wall in front of my bedroom , only to find it full of the remains of a young boy , who was said to have been buried alive in the room . After discovering the bones , the workers sealed them back in the room as a sign of respect for the dead , which I think is the reason for the ongoing hauntings . My Great Uncle is practically friends with all the paranormal creatures that haunt the castle , I mean they’re his ancestors after all , and he sees them on a regular basis . After living there all his life I don’t think he really cares about them anymore , but that doesn’t help me from having the shit scared out of me everytime I see something.

The paranormal has always intrigued me as I’ve grown older; the thought of scary, abnormal beings secretly living in our world is just so cryptic, I love it. However, never did I think that I was going to be a victim of one of these supernatural events.

My name is Thomas and I’m seventeen years old as I’m writing this, turning eighteen in less than a month. This all started nearly eight months ago, in April. I was out late driving with two of my friends, Michael and Darrin, after we had just seen a horror movie at the cinema. By the time the film had ended, it was past midnight and we were simply driving around aimlessly.

After stopping at a Tim Horton’s for a quick snack, we had the idea of sneaking around and exploring some abandoned buildings in the area. All three of us sort of have a knack for that kind of stuff. It was a warm Spring night and the moon was glowing very bright, drumming up the perfect atmosphere for this occasion.

When my parents got married in the mid-80’s they didn’t have much money, and so their honeymoon was comprised of a cheap road trip filled with sight seeing and packed lunches. One place they came to was Eureka Springs, Arkansas. They fell in love with this cute historical town and enjoyed it so much that years later they would take their two children back there for a small family vacation. I was around 11 or 12 years old and my sister was about 14 and this would have been around the year 2000. This was a slightly different family vacation than previous ones because my sister and I were going to get our own room at the hotel, which meant we wouldn’t have to be annoyed by our parents or kept up to all hours of the night with their loud snoring. The hotel was very Victorian in style and furnishings. The old wooden floors creaked under your steps and I just remember thinking it was like stepping back in time or being in an old movie. So we check in and realize my parents room is not directly next to our room as everyone had assumed, but instead it would be up the flight of stairs and a ways down the hall. We all figured it wasn’t a big deal and so gathered our luggage and got situated. I will definitely admit that when my sister and I got into our room we laughed and giggled about how eerie it seemed. We got excited to see the door leading out to a balcony, however once we opened it we realized that it was not a good thing. The balcony was joined with the room next door, which to us at that aged seemed a little creepy. After an afternoon of sight seeing and going out to dinner we headed back to the hotel and retired to our separate rooms. We showered and crawled into bed where I joked and talked with my sister for a while. It was pretty late at this point, and though I don’t remember exactly it would have been between 11 and 12 at night. We were getting tired and started trailing off when there was a faint, gentle knock on the door. I looked at my sister confused, then we quickly realized it must be either mom or dad. I got up and checked the peep hole and saw an old woman with white hair. I whispered to my sister what I had seen and there was another knock. So my sister then took a peek and kind of gave a goofy look and shrugged her shoulders. She asked “Yes?” In a tender crackled voice we heard something about ‘cookies’. My sister decided to open the door. Standing there was a woman in a very old outdated maid uniform, but that was the style of the hotel and I was pretty sure all the workers there were wearing that old-style clothing. She was holding a large round tray filled with cookies. The woman repeated herself; “I have some fresh baked cookies if you’d like one” followed with a friendly smile. We told the woman ‘no thank you’, shut the door, and went back to bed. We didn’t think much of it other than to basically agree it was strange and then go to sleep. In the middle of the night I woke up to the bathroom light flickering on an off. Not fast and continuous, but just a tiny flicker every minute or so. I remember waking up a few times to look out towards the windows to the balcony waiting to see a silhouette standing there. Several times in the night I had a very strange feeling of being watched. To say the least, I did not like it at all and did not sleep well. In the morning my sister told me that she woke in the night to see the bathroom door slowly close. She hadn’t noticed any light flickering though. I honestly thought she had just been freaked out by the woman and her mind was playing tricks. Whereas what I saw was just an electrical issue and no big deal. Once my parents come down to our room to get us for breakfast we casually asked them if they enjoyed their cookies last night. They had no idea what we were talking about. We explained to them what happened with the old lady, and they said no one had come by their room. We head down stairs towards the lobby and on the way some flyers on the wall catch my eye. They are promotionals for ghost tours. At the front desk my dad asks about the cookies last night and joked that he was not offered any. The concierge informed us that taking baked cookies to the rooms at night is not something the hotel does or offers. We all thought this was very strange. Once we got back home we looked up the Crescent Hotel we had stayed at to find out it is basically the most haunted hotel in America. Normally I am skeptical to things like this, but I distinctly remember that none of us had any clue about the hotel being haunted beforehand so there were no preconceived notions of ghosts or the paranormal. And I’ve always wondered what would have happened if we’d taken a cookie.

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I was between the ages of 3 and 8 when most of these incidents occurred. At the time these events took place, I was living in one of those “Mobile Home” parks where the houses can be driven somewhere by a semi, but otherwise are stable. I lived with my parents and my two older brothers. As a bit of background, it might be important to note that as a child I was afraid of nearly everything.

The first memory I have of my early childhood was in our first house when I was about 3. My mother had woken me very early because we were going camping that day, and I was standing in the doorway to my room. Across the hall was the room my brothers shared, with bunk-beds visible from my door. As I was standing there, sleepy eyed, I remember looking across the hall to see the ghostly figure of a skeleton standing in my brothers room.

Every other incident I remember took place in our second home, in the same lot and same neighborhood as the first home. The most notable occurrence of my childhood, would be the dreadful nightmares I experienced every night of my life up until I was 5 years old.

This story takes place back in 2007 in my family’s farm house in Minas Gerais, southern east Brazil. Many weird things happened to members of my family in this house since it was build by gradmas’s father. It’s weird because this farm was build in the middle of nowhere back then and no family ever lived there before ours. I’ve heard many weird stories about this farm but nothig really happened to e into this day.

I was 15 years old when I went to the farm to visit my gradma’s brother who lives there, I was with my cousin that I will call Ellie and her father. We walked aroung the property taking pictures and posing around like any 2000’s teenagers would do. I was facing Ellie with my back turned to the house when she turned pale. I asked what happened and she said she has just seen a little boy wearing a suit standing in the balcony looking at us. The boy was aroung eight years old, had black hair and was very pale, but nothing else happened during this trip.

A few months later we had both forgot about the incident and we got back to the farm to our uncle’s and aunt’s 25 year anniversary celebration. Our intire family would spent the night at the house and them we all would go back home after lunch the next day. Even if the house is big there wasn’t enough space to all of us, so my cousin Ellie and I slept together in a air mattress on the flor in the reception room along with her brother in the couch and her father in another mattress in the same room. This room had a door that opens straight to the balcony where we first saw that little boy months before.

Before I start, all of this is real. Everything in this story happened. I wish it wasn’t real. I wish I was making it up. And by the end of it, you will be wishing it was all a tall tale as well. But it isn’t. So sit down, buckle up, and hold on to your spare underwear because the scariest thing about this story is that it is 100% true. Nothing is exaggerated, and everything is told exactly how I remember it.

Now that the experience is finally over, I feel I can finally tell my entire story. I am not entirely human, and as such I am very sensitive to the spiritual realms. I always felt that I was something else because I never really fit in anywhere, able to see and sense things other people couldn’t see or didn’t believe were real. I later found out that I was a being known as a Deamon, which will become important later on.

Either way, I could see and interact with numerous spirits, including a mysterious large grey cat spirit who showed up from time to time. The cat will become important later on in this story.

What I am about to share with you are a few paranormal occurrences that happened to me growing up in my childhood home.

I have told very few people about this, but it has been weighing on me for years.

I am 27 years old now, and these things had happened to me from the ages of 5 to 18, 18 being the age when I moved out of my mother’s house and into my first apartment.

Let me start off by saying that I am a very rational person. I work as an internal auditor for a major corporation in my area, and am a mother of an 8 year old boy and two dogs, so my personality is more serious than fanciful, but I have NEVER denied the existence of the paranormal.

The story I’m about to tell you might sound like a campfire tale…some twist on an urban legend or something…at least, that’s how it seems whenever I think about it, or tell the story to someone. I can assure you, however, that it is NOT. It happened to me around 16 or 17 years ago, when I was about 18 or 19 (I can’t remember exactly).

I was staying with a friend of mine at his apartment, which is in a small, old building in the downtown area of the small town where I grew up. Next door was a slightly larger, but even older apartment building, and both were owned and operated by the same people.

So one day my friend had to take his rent money to his landlady, who lived in the building next door, and he asked me to join him (I can’t remember why…perhaps he just wanted to introduce me to her??)…so I did.

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